Writing from the Heart

Being with you, was worth it. The short moments, Turned into long distances. I hardly remember your voice, And that scares me. Kissing you, was worth it. The intervals in between, Turned into a stranger. I hardly remember your touch, And that breaks me.  Holding you, was worth it. The strength within our embrace, Turned into cravings. I hardly remember you. And that burns me. Looking into your eyes, was worth it. The beauty shimmering, Turned into darkness. I hardly remember your face, And that takes away every part of me. You were worth it all, For that I'm grateful.

I can say that I miss you, But that won't bring you back. Many nights I cry myself to sleep. To the sound of your voice, And to the beauty of your face. I can say that it doesn't hurt, But that would make me a liar. Many nights I pray that you'd be okay. To heal you from the pain, And to make you stronger. I can say that I love you, But that wouldn't change anything. Many nights my lips remember yours. By the way you caressed my skin, And by the way you radiated warmth.  I can say that you didn't mean anything, But that wouldn't make the pain go away. Many nights I think about you. To the tightness of your hugs, And to the sound of your laugh. Yet, my eyes still look for your brown marbles. Which only makes my heart sink further. Without you, I'm nothing. And deep down you knew that, But you were just too terrified.       Deep down I knew that. If I would've known this was going to end, I would've painted your face on